O’er the hills of old Judea
Shines a light from Heaven’s throne,
Chiming bells ring in the glorious
Morn of peace;
Earth is lost in joyful wonder,
Angels bright exultant sing
Of the Christ, whose reign of gladness
Ne’er shall cease.

Refrain

Hail with joy the blessèd coming
Of the King,
Praise His name! let songs exultant
Ever ring!
Hail with joy the blessèd coming
Of the King,
Our holy Savior king!

Dawns the hour so long expected—
Wake, ye lands to endless praise,
Shout aloud the blessèd story
True and sweet;
In a lowly manger sleeping
Lies the Babe of Bethlehem;
Bow in worship now before
The Savior’s feet.

Refrain

Peace, good-will—the world is ringing
With the everlasting song,
God’s dear love still shines along
Our pilgrim way;
Throw your heart-doors gladly open,
Hail with joy the King divine,
Born to us again this holy,
Happy day.